The Queen of Wands

A/N: After covering new ground between them, Logan and Remy face the rest of the team and what they need to do next...

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Chapter 7

Remy had a silly grin while he pulled the borrowed clothing back on. Logan was whistling a jaunty little tune as he dressed. The couple kept sharing little smiles and laughs. The pleasant feeling was a relief after the stress of the day before.

Remy was moving into a more accepting place. He still jarred at the realization. It was odd and unnerving to catch his reflection or touch a part of his body that was changed. But he knew that throwing a fit and getting frantic wouldn't fix anything.

Better to trust his lover and the team to help. And better for everyone if he stopped acting like a freak. He chuckled to himself at the thoughts. His laughter got Logan's attention and the feral winked at him before leaning in to take a deep kiss.

Remy decided he could cope with Logan being attracted to this body, as long as it was because it was Remy's body and not just the female aspects.

Their suspended state of bliss was jarred to a stop when the intercom buzzed.

Logan scowled at the key pad on the wall before pressing the button.

"Speak." he said, his tone showing his irritation at being bothered. Scott's tight voice came over the speaker.

"Good morning to you too, Logan. Listen, you two need to come down to the War Room in ten minutes. Charles is briefing the team on what happened and then he is going to lay out the options," His usually longwinded speech seeming a little rushed.

Logan rubbed his chin and looked at Remy. The thief had stopped brushing his hair to glance over his shoulder at his lover with wide eyes.

"Ya ready fer that, Baby?" Logan asked. Remy twiddled the brush in his fingers and nodded quickly.

"Oui. Better to get it over wit." he replied. Logan grunted and pushed the button again.

"Ok Slim, We're on our way." he answered. Scott's voice cut in quickly.

"No. Wait ten minutes and then come down. He wants to explain to them before Remy walks in." he sounded a little uncertain. Remy's face looked thoughtful.

"Dats a good idea." he said and went back to fixing his hair. Logan furrowed his brow and then shrugged.

"Ok Slim. Got it." he said and turned off the speaker. He crossed to stand behind the Cajun and wrapped his arms around the small waist.

"Yer not alone, Darlin'. Don't forget." He nuzzled the white neck and nipped gently.

Remy purred at the attention, he reached back to grasp Logan's head.

"Oui, Bebe. Remy knows he got you." he agreed.

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Charles sat at the head of the oval table as the team filed in and took their seats.

To his right, Ororo was seated, leaning in to talk to Kitty. On the other side of Kitty, Bobby and Rogue were lounging slouched in their seats, looking bored.

At the end of the table sat Henry, his large blue bulk perched on a stool made for him. On either side of him, sat Angel and Colossus. On Charles's left, sat Scott, of course, and next to him Jean. Between Jean and Colossus, were Kurt and two empty seats, usually occupied by Logan and Remy.

He was thankful that is was the beginning of the Summer Break and most of the students were gone. Those that remained, who didn't have a home to break at, were away at what the team called Summer Camp X. A special early training camp that was the brain child of Jubilee, who over saw it for the school.

He folded his hands and Scott took the cue, calling for quiet. All faces turned to Charles and he smiled his warm smile.

"Thank you for coming so quickly, my friends. I know it's a beautiful day and most of you would like to be outside." He let his eyes lock with each member in turn.

"There is something we need to talk about and I wanted to brief you all on it first-" He was stopped in his speech by Storm's gentle hand on his wrist.

"Forgive me fore interrupting, Charles. But should we not wait for Logan and my brother to arrive?" Her snowy brows were high on her forehead and her blue eyes looked surprised at the oversight.

Charles patted her hand and gave a little chuckle.

"They are part of the subject we are here to discuss." he said.

Now he had the whole table's undivided attention. It was one thing to be called in for another of Charles's mission speeches. But something else when it was about team mates, who were not present.

Questions began to come forward, filling the air and overlapping.

"Where are they?"

"Were they hurt?"

"Was there a mission?"

"What did they do now?"

Charles held up his hands, they all stopped at once. He took a deep breath and explained about the trip to the Carnival. Without getting personal, told of Remy's reading with the Gypsy.

"It seems this woman is a mutant and a magic user." he said and there were a few pained gasps. The X-Men had run in with some pretty nasty magic users in the past. He was sure they were going to be further shocked when he explained.

"The long and short of it is that, Remy woke up with his body transformed to the opposite gender." he finished and the room was silent.

Bobby and Rogue were sitting with their hands over their mouths, having to keep the secret had been hard for the gossiping teenagers.

Angel was the first to speak. He looked like he didn't believe Charles.

"So, the Street Rat is a betty now?" he asked and snickered. Storm looked at him sharply, he froze.

"I doubt that my brother finds anything about this amusing, Warren. You would do well to mind your manners." she scolded and turned back to Charles. "Where is Remy? He must be in a state." she asked. Charles was haled again as her question was answered.

The double doors swung open with a thump.

Logan stepped into the room and then stopped.

He looked back scowling, his hand went through the door and yanked Remy into the room.

All eyes locked on the Cajun and he felt every inch of the new body, like he was nude. His face turned bright red.

A very long stretched out moment of silence where no one even breathed.

"My Stars and Garters!" Hank was the first to speak. "My Acadian friend, you are... a lovely woman." he said, thinking it would be good to find a positive in the shocking situation. Remy's mouth twisted in a sideways smirk. He knew Henry meant well, the man didn't have a mean streak.

"Tanks Henri, Logan been telling Remy dat since it happened." he said and looked at his lover out of the corner of his eye. Logan grunted and pushed the thief toward his chair.

"Cheeky, Cajun. Sit yer ass down." he said but caught Colossus' eye with a purely male exchange of appreciation. Petor chuckled and nodded to his friend.

All eyes remained on the Cajun walking to his seat. Remy could feel their eyes roaming up and down the curvy female form as he sat in the chair next to Kurt. The yellow eyes studied Remy with something akin to awe, the thief leaned over and whispered.

"Remy take a picture later for you, Kurt." he said, falling into his usually charmer self despite his female body. Kurt's mouth fell open at the naughty implication of Remy's words.

There was a round of chuckles as the blue mutant turned purple in a blush. Colossus leaned on the table and looked at Remy. He asked how the Cajun felt. The thief gave him an incredulous face.

"Had better days to be sure." he said and then reached to grasp Logan's thigh under the table. "Kinda feel like Remy be inna bad 80's flick."

Bobby was staring at the thief with wide blue eyes. Rogue elbowed the boy and rolled her eyes.

"Geez Sugah, stop staring at Remy's tits." the outraged girl griped. There was a round of chuckles as both Bobby and Remy turned red.

Charles cleared his throat and called attention once more.

"I am glad to see you are in better spirits today, Remy." he said and then his mouth turned down. "I wish I had better news for you. We still haven't located the carnival."

Remy felt his heart drop and he let out a sigh. Logan reached over and tangled their fingers together on his thigh.

"Oui, figured as much. Scotty woulda called iffen you had." he said, the female voice throwing the others off. Charles' face was understanding and sympathetic.

"I have been on the phone with several associates of mine who excel in this field. Half of them say, without the original incantation, it can't be reversed." Logan's expression darkened and he felt his back stiffen. Charles went on.

"The other half say, it can be done, but finding the right counter charm can take a long time." he said, his gray eyes looking serious.

"How long we talkin, Chuck?" Logan asked. He was trying to get an answer he knew the telepath was hesitant to give. Charles sighed deeply and rubbed his chin.

"Weeks, months, many months...It's hard to quantify, Logan." Charles replied and steepled his hands before him. "What I am asking of the team is for solidarity and support. This is not going to be easy for Remy to go through and we will have to be on the alert for information to rectifying this curse." His gaze touched on each of them again.

"Remy will have to relearn some of his training in this new body and we will have to see to a new uniform. But I don't see any reason for Remy to not be on active duty very soon." the Professor stated and made it clear to all he considered Remy part of the team and family. They had better all see that as well and help any way they could.

There was a little bit of question and answer, more questions than answers. Plans to widen the search and to reach out to other contacts. Hank insisted that Remy come in for a check up. The thief balked at the suggestion.

"Non, Henri. All de parts work jus fine." the Cajun said, shaking the copper head and then realizing his words closed his eyes in embarrassment. Storm and Kitty looked at him with mirrored arched brows.

"Oh, they all work fine, do they, Remy?" Storm asked and then looked at Logan. The feral crossed his arms and shook his head at the Weather Witch.

"Don't give me the hairy eyeball, Ro." he grunted making another round of chuckles to erupt. Remy's head went down on his arms on the table, when had he become such a blusher?

"Alright, people. That's it. You are free." Scott said, taking pity on the mutant. The team all got up and some gravitated right to Remy and Logan. The others wandered off to their own devices.

Storm was the first to reach Remy. She enveloped him in a tight hug. He was surrounded by the herbal scent of her and the change in height was odd at first. He was so used to towering over even her.

"This has to be so distressing for you, Padnat." she sighed and pulled back to stroke Remy's hair. Her eyes moved over the new face, noting what the others had already seen. Remy gave a crooked grin.

"Dis not be what Remy meant bout getting into a femme's pants." he joked, being brave and casual. He didn't want the others to see how scared and truly freaked out the whole thing made him.

The warm comfort, he and Logan had found to that morning, was ebbing. Here, with half the team looking at him with 'ooooh shiny' expressions, was wearing on his psyche.

Hank was standing next to Storm with look on his face, usually seen when he had found a new mutation or ailment he didn't know about. Remy cocked a brow at him.

"Stop gaping at Remy like he's a 'spariment, Henri." the empath snarked. Hank blinked and then looked abashed.

"I'm sorry, Remy. It's just that you are so different, yet very much the same, in this form." Beast smiled and crossed his arms. "I still think you should come down so I can check you. See how your systems are adjusting. This is really remarkable." he was very enthused despite Remy's incredulous expression.

Logan watched his lover interact with the others and he worried. Charles had said he wanted Remy to remain on active duty. Even at his peak, Logan worried about Remy in battle.

Not because he didn't think the Cajun could handle himself. Hell, he wouldn't turn his back on the kid while fighting if that were the case.

No, he worried for his lover for the very simple reason that, unlike Logan, Remy couldn't heal. If dealt a mortal blow, the thief would die. Now, Logan was even more concerned.

The professor was right, the kid would have to relearn his moves. And the change in his physical strength would be a factor. Could he still weld his bo with the same effectiveness? Would it be too long for the shorter body now?

The feral was brought out of his musings by a sound of protest from his lover.

"Remy ain't looking for a free for all, Stormy." The feminine alto rose slightly. There was a round of girlish giggles. Kitty hugged her arm around the Cajun.

"Come on Remy, you need clothes and we are the women with the best taste in the house." she said and kissed the thief on the cheek. Jean nodded her head in sync with Storm.

"She has a point, Rems. You know that looking good, no matter what, is something the Deadly Gambit is known for." The women were playing on the empath's pride and vanity. Logan and Scott shared an unseen wince for Remy.

Sighing deeply and surrendering to the inevitable, Remy's head drooped.

"Kay, but Remy not wearing any skirts or dresses." the Cajun said, trying to glare at the women through his bangs. All three smiled sweetly and crossed their fingers behind their backs.

"Of course, Remy." Storm assured and looped her arm in his. "We should head out now, while the day is young." she said and began to drag, the reluctant boy-turned-girl, toward the door.

Remy gave his lover a desperate look over his shoulder. Logan smiled and waved.

"Have fun, Gumbo. And remember what I said about yer wardrobe." he said, winking. Remy's face flushed again and he stuck his tongue out at the feral.

"You no help, Cher. Remy get you later." The parting words made all three men laugh as they sat down once more to map out their plans.

TBC.......